our hearts pumping and swollen with electric love, precious breath moving through parted lips. I would have kissed you in that burning room, muggy with smoke and one-night abandon. I would have loved you intensely, our souls embracing in the warmth of the city lights. I would...
playing hide and seek
with glow and rain
we are the winners every time
the prism colours arch across the sky
turning greens and purple blues
into a morning landscape of colour
trees that sleep
preparing blossom for my girl
this panorama is our world
I flash back and see
Of a girl crying in a corner,
wishing they didn't scorn her.
Breaking down inside,
looking for a place to hide.
Of a girl always looking down,
averting shameful eyes from their frown.
She's all alone,
without a home...?
Of a girl filled with...
I wrote this when I was 17. I wasn't in the best of states. I had been cutting a week. But soon after I wrote this I got over my life and pulled my-self back together.
The wind combs my hair, the silk of the breeze so smooth.
The sparkles in the night sky, they shine so bright...
about his realm.
He surveys what he knows is there.
His orchards stretched in soldier lines.
Fat with apple, quince, and pear.
His barns stand straight, new-painted red.
The silo bulge'n - life within.
Hay rows tedder'd,set for bale'n.
Bessie clangs her bell of tin.
Clean and clear cuts slathered with the liquid thick and messy, and oh how it reminded her of mud. Dirty heart and damned soul, only seemingly fit her veins would weep wet soil. Simply said and stated, her mentality was out dated. Death and dying were topics of days past, but...
directed towards herself and never did date
couldn't stand to see herself without clothing
her humor was based on self loathing
and if you wanted to know her
she wouldn't give you the time of day.
and if you wanted to show her
just how beautiful she was, she'd say,
in unending tears
the wounds now scars
the voices friends
learning new ways
slowly, pain ends
she's not yet there
nights still haunt
the laughing in the dark
evil speaking taunts
she knows the path
seen it before
in her dreams
through the frightening...
but it remains
Trees bring comfort but steal the scene
Birds sing lovely but then they leave
If you want pleasure until the end
You need to nurture the whole garden
I was young a long time ago
I stay steady in my love for you
Despite my size I still may fall
I speak the truth...
They would pile up high about my knees.
They'd cluster 'round nectar like hungry bees.
If I had enough of em.
Words would cover up the sky.
They would soon learn how to fly.
They would pull my hair as they glided by.
If I had enough if em.
Words would be the...
i stare at the sky.
i just want to fly.
why am i here?
while the end is near.
i hear a scream.
am i in a dream?
my dear old friend,
dead in the end,
leaving me alone behind,
while i am blind.
all of my kin
burned for their sin.
i fall and hopelessly lay
there appeared a ray.
and sturdy legged spread balanced for the push.
The gush of water, flow of crimson life, was all it took.
He came with butter yellow crocus shoulder'n through the snow.
He left with goldenrod and asters put'n on their show.
We hurrahed! as we saw the first two hooves...
so i wrote this poem long back ! just sharing with you all :
with lakhs of people travelling
and thousands of passing by
i found myself in the midst
just gazing at the sky
for i need to choose
which road to travel by
making decision was not so hard previously
but this time it...
that way, they say
with judgmental eyes, squinted
their intentions ill and abrasive
i don't to need to have scars on my body
to know what it feels like to open myself to pain
i exist in their heads only in small moments
and the wheel seems to spin, never ending
the clock is...
I've crossed the sea and world for him.
Soft music plays and my head begins to sway
Thoughts dancing as I think about you and the way you used to hold me to the ground, keeping me from floating away
My addiction to the worst of him is our biggest problem
There is a...
winds shroud the mountains
Where strange birds call,
And wild things cry,
And small souls shiver in the night.
There is a time of long, grey shadows
And fear that has no name -
No name save Time -
And Time is not my friend.
I must walk alone - same as you -
come Eventually Go for it all Don’t settle for a mediocre result With intense training Comes a point of acting without insecurity Among endless criticism Numerous mistakes High standards Act like a victor Even when they...
and somewhere far above, not exactly from the heavens lives the Angel of Dark Love. With one crack of thunder followed by a flash of light, she enters your heart bearing smiles of delight. Once again I stand before you with arms open wide, a smile upon my lips and tears in my...
as I gaze up at the cotton like clouds. As I lay in the green grass, I begin to wonder.
What is happiness?
Is it contentment? Is it a balance?
Am I happy?
I'm not so sure if I am. But even if I were, would I be able to tell? Are happy people even aware that they're happy...
I wish you LOVE for 2 - 0 - 1 - 3
True love the kind we all want it to be
If we keep open heart (and eye)
Love will never pass us by
I wish you LOVE for 2 - 0 - 1 - 3 !I wish you JOY in 2 - 0 - 1 - 3
Happiness & Joy to you from me
If we are happy every day
joy will help us...
Can’t go Can’t let anyone know Stuck here Out of air Almost drowning in despair Hopeless Useless Hiding away in the darkness Broken Beyond repair Longing for some fresh air Why must I always fall Just another brick in the wall Sad eyes Broken heart Always has to...
million times I did what I had to do no matter the cost..
A million times I saw my reflection staring back at me
Million times I saw my life sinking before me.
A million times I felt myself hurting
A million times I never saw it coming
A million times, I would always hate you
Once the North wind made love with the seaand a tiny little wave soon came to beFather Wind would guide him as he grewHis Mother was the sea he traveled throughand as they brought him closer to the shoreeach day he would grow a little moreand safe within the arms of Mother SeaHe...
I was too trusting.
Unable to stop it!
Someone rescue me!!!
No one came.
I was broken.
Real friends, family save me from myself.
The dark thoughts, blame, shame melt away only to visit me again.
Reminding myself I'm alive, God loves me, my friends...
does it feel good
do you not see that a word hits harder
what do you gain,
to see the one you supposedly love in pain
are you any more a man
just because you don't raise a hand.
do you not see the woman
you have turned into a little girl again.
do you think you...
and I'm not there to comfort you,
please know that I still love you,
cause I know you love me too.
When tomorrow starts without me,
and you feel lost and blue,
I hope these words I've written
will help to see you through.
Someday your pain will ease,
sadness replaced by...
If all we had were memories,
…of the quite times in each other’s arms.
Feeling calm, lifted, warm and floating,
…would you know I was thinking of you?
If all we had were feelings,
...tilting our heads forward to brush cheeks.
Feeling like two melting into one,
my heroin my cocane and ecstasy
the Mary Jane in your blunt that takes you to higher state of mind and leave you floating there among the gentle clouds
I get high off the stroke of a pencil
more turned on when I finish a piece, than when a teenager that watches ****.
Chatting about dirty things,
My skin flushes and hormones sing.
What I miss
Though is a kiss.
My heart would flutter as I feel
My distant lover become real.
And the rest...
Are they the best?
Or is it happily enough
To once again feel loved?
and so here is the poem that I wrote for him when he was a baby.
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"Fussy Nights With Baby Boy"
Do you remember when
we would lie on the yellow couch
listening to jazz on CBC
as crickets provided the words?
Occasionally racoons would fight...
my darkest secrets
let's lose ourselves in poetry
hoping to find answers in reality
dance with me in the moonlight
as I whisper my darkest dreams
catch my breath as I exhale
slipping back into insanity
I've written many many poems. Since I was 8-9 I've loved writing them but of course they've changed through time and matured.
Poems is one of my best way to express my feelings or my ideas of a story or something.
demon in your eyes
She told me that she loved you true
Despite my being wise
"She's my best friend" I calmly warned
"You hurt her and you're dead"
"I'll hunt you down myself until"
"Your body has been bled"
She ran away with you but now
She's told me what you've done
'mount to a hill of dry beans
tiny tipsy bits
of tasteless crumb
too small for a place to be set
no 'count pile of
a trifle'n fluff to be swatted
the piddle'n mewl of
a pitiful fool
to be heard then swiftly forgotten